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Almost in the blink of an eye, countless hands fell on Robb's body, exerting force, determined to drag him into the depths of darkness.

Wow~~

A strange sound of a child crying was heard.

Robb's figure disappeared, replaced by a voodoo doll made of straw.

The voodoo doll held by many dead people was torn into pieces in an instant.

Robb, who used his substitute power to dodge the attack, appeared on the other side.

"I underestimated you guys a little bit."

Robb said coldly, his eyes flashing with dazzling fire.

Boom!

A fire dragon was summoned out of thin air, and it wrapped around all the dead people tightly.

roar~~

For the first time, the dead from the River Styx let out screams like beasts.

No matter how they struggled, they could not escape the fire dragon's control and finally turned into ashes.

【Shelter point +30】

【Shelter point +30】

【Shelter point +30】

……

A large number of shelter points were recorded, making Robb look into the depths of darkness with anticipation.

But before the latter could react.

The sounds of fighting, screaming, and roaring, as if on a battlefield, suddenly rang in Robb's ears.

Not only that, a thick fog rose up from the museum, rushing and enveloping him completely.

soon.

ow~~

A familiar wolf howl sounded from the fog.

In the thick fog, a huge black wolf suddenly appeared from behind Robb, opened its mouth ferociously, and was about to swallow Robb in one gulp.

Snapped!

One hand held the wolf's head firmly.

Robb, his eyes flashing with divination symbols, turned around, looked at the black wolf calmly and said, "I've been waiting for you."

After saying this, he grabbed with force with his hand, the surface of which was wrapped in the power of thought.

With a loud "bang", the black wolf's huge body turned into wisps of mist like a balloon exploding and merged into the fog.

Robb didn't give him time to breathe.

The huge thought turned into a storm, shattering the surrounding fog and the black wolf that was in the process of re-condensing.

pat.

On a bookshelf not far away, an ancient book containing the record of “Black Demon Dog” fell from the bookshelf and eventually turned into ashes.

……

Chapter 223 Ed and Rowling

Annabell, the ferryman, the black magic dog.

In a short period of time, Robb encountered a series of supernatural events.

This is not over yet.

The sounds of killing and screaming from the battlefield rang out again.

Robb's heart was slightly shaken.

In a blink of an eye, a Japanese Warring States style ghost warrior armor appeared in front of him.

Under the huge bull head, the ghost warrior's dark face was like a black hole, constantly pulling Robb's attention. At the same time, the armor underneath his face silently separated from it, as if trying to find a host for itself and swallowed Robb in front of him in one gulp.

Only it came to nothing.

Robb disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared again, he swung his fist swiftly, and with a "bang" he knocked the Bull-Headed Dou flying.

Just as Robb was about to make further efforts to tear this strange armor to pieces.

A sharp edge suddenly attacked him from behind.

Robb's eyes tightened, and without paying attention to what was in front of him, he used Apparition again.

Whoosh!

He appeared several meters away.

With a flick of his fingers, Robb knocked away the white snake statue next to him that came alive and was biting at him with its fangs and claws bared. Then he looked back to his original position.

There, in addition to the Japanese armor without the helmet, there was also a ghost bride wearing a white wedding dress, holding a sharp knife, and with a ferocious face.

Robb's attention was not on the ghost bride, but on the wedding dress she was wearing.

This is the real source.

The Ghost Wedding Dress, it is said that a bride wearing this dress will kill her husband. Before the Warrens collected it, it had caused seven brides to go crazy and kill their husbands.

Now awakened by Annabell, the Ghost Bride is on the move again.

Whoosh!

In Robb's sight, the ghost bride suddenly disappeared.

The next second, a familiar cold light pierced Robb's back again.

Apparition.

Or teleport.

The Ghost Bride also has this ability.

Although a little surprised, Robb, who was prepared this time, did not dodge again. He turned around quickly, and pressed the ghost bride's knife-holding hand with his palm like an iron clamp, and then swung it violently, throwing the ghost bride heavily against the wall beside him.

The expected crash did not occur.

The moment the ghost bride touched the wall, she turned into nothingness and passed through the wall.

Then, it unexpectedly passed through another wall and rushed towards Robb again at an extremely fast speed.

Not just it.

The black shadow projected on the revolving lantern was getting bigger and bigger. Now it directly evolved into a hunchbacked monster who was as tall as the roof, wearing a gentleman's hat, with a terribly thin body and a hunched back. He stretched out his exaggeratedly sharp claws and walked towards Robb with a strange smile on his face.

At the same time, the ghost warrior who put on the bull-head helmet again suddenly expanded, as if there was really an invisible person living inside. Amidst the heart-wrenching screams and the sound of metal collision, he also followed.

In addition, there were dead people walking out of the darkness again with their eyes covered by silver coins, as well as various other supernatural phenomena.

For a moment, Robb was surrounded.

And the culprit of all this, Annabelle, was sitting next to the piano with her ten fingers on the keyboard.

A light-hearted and cheerful piano piece was played beautifully.

……

Outside the museum.

Different from the strong and energetic when he was young.

The owners of this place, Mr. and Mrs. Warren, now in their seventies and eighties, are basking in the sun in the garden, enjoying their leisurely life after retirement.

For people like them who have been dealing with the supernatural for most of their lives, it can be said that they are very lucky to be able to live so long and even have time to enjoy the rest of their lives with their loved ones.

Of course, happiness is always mixed with some troubles.

For the Warrens, their biggest worry now is the paranormal museum they opened.

Others call them liars.

Most of the visitors came with a curiosity mentality.

Few people truly understand.

But the couple knew very well what kind of dangers were contained in each of the supernatural collections they had collected in the museum over the past decades.

Even after decades of sealing, with priests sent by the church to perform purification and exorcism every week, there are always some stubborn diseases that cannot be completely eliminated.

For example, what the Warrens are most worried about is the object locked in the holy cabinet, which seems harmless but is actually the most terrifying existence among the thousands of collections in the museum.

Annabelle.

She looks like a harmless doll, but in reality she is the most powerful demon they have ever seen in years.

The Warrens were worried.

Once they both die, what will happen to the Paranormal Museum? What will happen to Annabelle imprisoned inside?

Give it to my daughter Judy?

Because of her parents' occupations, Judy, who grew up under the strange looks of people around her, did not inherit her parents' careers, but lived a normal life.

What's more, the other party is now married with children and has his own family.

The Warrens were reluctant to leave the big legacy problem to Judy.

She doesn't have that ability either.

"Rowling, what do you think of Rupert's suggestion?" Ed, whose body was hunched but eyes were still bright, asked his wife.

Rowling, with her silver hair and face that vaguely showed her youthful beauty, was silent for a moment and shook her head: "I don't believe Rupert and the others."

Ed: “But they’re professionals, aren’t they?”

"That's true, but..." At this point, Rowling sighed, "What I saw from Rupert and the people around him was not only ability and contribution, but also greed, cold-bloodedness, and indifference. They have changed, becoming less and less like the Redemption Society I knew. The supernatural is a disaster, but in their eyes, it seems to have become a controllable weapon. This is really terrible!"

“It’s really bad.”

Hearing his wife say this, Ed nodded solemnly.

He knew very well that his wife was not an ordinary person, but a true psychic who could see many things that ordinary people could not discover.

Even though I am now old, my body is getting weaker and weaker.

But Rowling's talent as a psychic not only did not decline in the slightest, but became even stronger with the passage of time.

Rowling noticed that Rupert's group had strayed from the right path.

Ed naturally believed it completely.

Having performed exorcism countless times, he is well aware of the horror of the supernatural.

If Rupert and his gang took all the collections in the museum and used them, it would definitely be a huge disaster.

"Then who should we hand it over to? The church?" Ed frowned.

Rowling smiled bitterly and said, "The church is busy enough. If there was any interest, Father Deren would have proposed it long ago."

The reason why the Warren Paranormal Museum has remained intact for so many years, apart from the help of the church, is mainly due to the support of the well-known exorcist couple Ed and Warren in the paranormal circle.

Without them, the collection of thousands of items would have been too much of a burden for the increasingly powerless church, and there was no guarantee that something would go wrong.

This is the distress of having no successor.

Ed sighed deeply and was about to say something else.

Sudden.

Ding ding ding~~~

A row of wind chimes hanging on the eaves suddenly began to shake violently.